Death, death in desperation.

My opponent is not fear, nor is it the content of fear.

None of them are real, and the fear is what makes me think of them as real, which is simply inexplicable.

How could I be afraid of something that isn't real, and fear makes me not even think about whether it's real.

No matter what the content of the fear is, it's not true, so just throw it away.

What a simple thing, how can it turn into a tug-of-war, and what is there to kill.

Can you really make it through this hell?

Can it really be done?

I do not know.

Fear me, and I'll kill you, it's as simple as that.

You are unreasonable, and I am unreasonable.

None of this stuff is real, what am I afraid of?

If it is reasonable, then the distortion in the mind will be discarded at the first time, and the emotion of fear itself seems incredible.

But, if you don't make sense, fear just behaves uncontrollably, and you don't care about it, you just want to be afraid of me, and I want me to hold on to those distortions.

Since you are unreasonable, then I am unreasonable.

Once the fear appeared, my disgust increased by one point, and I wanted to continue slashing.

No matter how justified the content of the fear is, as long as the fear appears, then it is a killing.

There's nothing else to do, there's nothing to fantasize about the future, just kill as soon as fear arises.

It is unreasonable to not be reasonable, not to discuss the content of fear, not to say anything that is realistic and obvious, or anything like that.

Either you die or you are killed.

Don't say anything that wastes time, don't say anything that isn't cost-effective, and doesn't make sense.

What about my mother's tears, my wife and children's tears, and my money's bleakness, I'm unreasonable.

It's killing, it's destruction, you don't need to think about anything.

If you continue to fear me, no problem, I will still tremble, I will still curl up in the arms of fear and dare not move.

Or kill and see what the fear is up to.

I know it didn't turn out well, but so what, I'm not being reasonable.

Miserable life, depressed life, a lonely person, no one to recognize, no one to chat, a dung machine, social scum, nothing to achieve, lying and waiting to die, wasting time, wasting time...... Sorry, I'm being unreasonable.

It's slashing, it's destruction, I've always been holding on to the characters, and I've always wanted to kill before life doesn't have too much destruction.

It seems that he still has savings, he still has breathing, and he still has a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so while all this has not been destroyed, he quickly kills and completes it.

And then he got away with it.

It is true that in that relaxed and natural state, it is very difficult to fear any future.

But the above thought is a kind of fear in itself.

After the killing is completed, external substances and the like can no longer affect me.

But that was after it was done, and now it's a drive to kill, and it's itself driven by fear.

You can't kill with the mentality of destruction, you can only go around in circles.

No matter how many tears have been shed, no matter how much ecstasy has been experienced, no matter how deep the depression and devouring it is, it is not finished if it is not finished.

It will only become one of the character's attributes, another thing for the character to show off.

Destroy, live with a state of destruction, and do things with a state of despair.

Nothing can stop the slash unless I'm dead.

Destroy it, whatever the character wants to catch, destroy it all.

The anchor will be cut off, and it will act without scruples, even if the twist in the mind reminds you that "this kind of thing can't be done", sorry, I'm not being reasonable.

It's to kill, it's to die, it's to destroy it all.

Fear is like a veil that you just need to gently lift to walk in and find that there is nothing.

Now, the veil of fear made me stand outside, and I didn't dare to raise my mind to resist.

It's like seeing the emperor's waist card in ancient times, and kneeling directly.

I'm not going to continue to believe in the twist in my head, and I'm not going to explore whether the content of fear is justified, which is to kill.

There is no need to analyze the fear, and there is no need to discuss the content of the tulle of fear, is it true?

Just this one question, and then directly destroy all fears.

Among them, anger is needed, and unreasonableness is needed.

When I am entangled with the content of fear, I am already analyzing it with the distortion in my head, and I will come to the conclusion that "the content of fear is indeed very likely to happen." ”

Don't be reasonable, that's just a sign of weakness.

It's hard to ruin my life, and the veil of fear is easy to tear, but I don't even have the courage to reach out.

The ecstasy of wanting to dance seemed to come from behind the tulle of fear, only now my attention returned to the tulle.

Every time I wanted to ruin a character, those fears didn't know where to hide, leaving me alone in an empty environment in a daze looking for an opponent.

It's just to destroy the character, no need to discuss, no need to argue, just destroy the character.

I was stupid, and I was stupid, so many important things not to do, but to kill on a strange planet.

Maybe this path is a scam at all, right, what about teachers?

Maybe it will really take decades for you.

However, I'm not interested in reasoning, it's just killing, and everything else is.

Anything that wants me to divert the target is your means, and you want to stop the killing.

It's a pity, it's all predestined, you die or I die, it's that simple.

What's so hard about killing?

The characters are unreal, and then throw away, and the twist in the head is unreal, and then throw away.

Fear came, fear tugged, fear made me tremble, still unreal, and threw it away.

There's nothing superfluous to talk about, and there's nothing else to think about, just slash, and then slash.

Even if it's downstream, you have to step aside, because it's not real, it's just a great way to live.

Thinking about how to stay with the flow before I finished the kill was a fear in itself.

In other words, the existence of the character of Yuan Changwen is a pile of fear.

My opponent is not fear, I don't want to be a character without fear, or, to be a character in some special state.

Destroying the characters, ruining all of this, ruining the false, is what I want.

There's no me here, so I don't care or be interested in what the character looks like.

Fear makes me care about the characters, as if the character's affairs are the world's major events, nonsense.

That kind of cautious life is just a rhetoric of fear, just a hostile that "I think" the universe is full of.

That kind of unbridled and bold life is still a performance of fear, as if to say "don't be afraid, overcome fear".

It's all, it's not real.

Destroy them all, and see if you die first or if I die first. (https:)

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